Great Divine Physician Jun grabbed Ye Guhan's hand, instantly pouring in pure Innate Spiritual Qi. Ye Guhan let out a faint choke, a trickle of blood staining the corner of his mouth.

"Difficult!" Jun Moxie shook his head, his brow deeply furrowed. He looked up at Jun Wuyi. "Extremely difficult! And the price required to save him... I fear it will be immense, very, very immense!" He turned and snapped at Dugu Xiaoyi and Sun Xiaomei, "Haven't you two been frightened enough? Hurry up and go rest somewhere else!" With Mr. Yi's experience, how could he not discern the situation unfolding before him?

Someone must have intervened to save Princess Lingmeng earlier, but this person was clearly inconveniently positioned to show themselves. Seeing Mr. Yi approach and possessing the capability to assist the princess in escaping danger, they had simply tossed Princess Lingmeng over to him. But... how did this person know that Mr. Yi would definitely save her?

This accursed individual! By framing him like this, his tracks were completely exposed; how could he proceed with his subsequent plans?

Truly a chaotic mess! He had initially planned things perfectly: lurking in the shadows, he could be the mantis stalking the cicada, with the oriole right behind! Or perhaps the crane and the clam fighting, allowing him, the fisherman, to reap the benefits. Who knew that not only would he fail to be the oriole or the fisherman, but he would immediately become the scapegoat? This was utterly outrageous! Now that things had escalated, his whereabouts were entirely public; not only would he fail to investigate that mysterious peak expert of the Tianxuan realm, but with the princess clutched in his arms, taking action was highly inconvenient. Not to mention seizing and interrogating a few people. The worst part was having no allies nearby—judging by the way those people were looking at him, they seemed ready to devour him alive... Given the circumstances, he couldn't even uncover the background of these youths who kidnapped Princess Lingmeng. Although Elder Yi's strength meant he wouldn't fear Lei Jianhong and the others, his current state of mind was one of extreme frustration. "If I only intended to save Princess Lingmeng, do you think I would have allowed you three brutes to bring her here? I would have snatched her back from your hands halfway here! Forget saving her; even dispatching you three would only take a few extra moves. Did you truly mistake me for some ordinary character?"

Yet, Princess Lingmeng in his arms struggled incessantly, pleading without pause, "Senior, I beg you, kill them and avenge my Uncle Ye! Please, save my Uncle Ye..."

Once Lingmeng was held in the mysterious person's embrace, though she still couldn't see the appearance of that supreme senior, a profound sense of security naturally blossomed in her heart: This is the senior expert who has always protected me from the shadows, just like Uncle Ye! As long as he is here, I will definitely be safe. Immediately, her worry shifted to the life and death of Ye Guhan.

Then her body was abruptly thrown into the air and landed in another person's arms. Being a girl by nature, she immediately recognized from the scent that this person was that Elder Guest Official from the Imperial Palace, a mysterious friend of her imperial father—Mr. Wen. He was here too. With these two masters joining forces, those brigands wouldn't escape, and they could certainly avenge Uncle Ye. With such powerful seniors present, Uncle Ye's life could surely be saved... However, while Mr. Wen's embrace was warm, it lacked that subtle, heart-warming feeling and that innate sense of absolute security... Princess Lingmeng's thoughts were beautiful, yet utterly fanciful. How could the world bend entirely to one's desires? The unfolding events deviated drastically from what she imagined, bearing almost no resemblance at all... Over there, Mr. Wen's anger only mounted as he pondered! Shielding Princess Lingmeng with one hand, he unleashed an offensive with his bare other hand, engaging the three opponents with a single palm strike. Furthermore, he appeared entirely at ease, even gaining a distinct advantage, severely pummeling the three juniors before him. Mr. Wen naturally knew that this infuriating incident was one hundred percent engineered by that hidden expert protecting Princess Lingmeng; one sows what one reaps. That fellow must have detected his surveillance and wished to avoid revealing his own identity, thus orchestrating this maneuver. This was not overly surprising. Even being framed by such an unfathomably powerful master, Mr. Wen didn't feel it was too unbearable. After all, in this world, whoever possesses the bigger fist is the boss—this has long been a universally acknowledged truth. But the core problem was this: throughout the entire ordeal, Mr. Wen hadn't even caught a glimpse of the master's figure! This was the source of his depression, his humiliation, his fury, and his speechless frustration! A man who considered his own strength beyond the mortal sphere had never suffered such a setback in his entire life! This unfathomable power—forget merely the Tianxuan Peak realm—even some among the Eight Great Supremes might not possess it. Yet, through this brief exchange of blows, Mr. Wen gained a crucial insight. The fighting felt increasingly familiar, and suddenly, he leaped out of the garden, his expression heavy. "So, you are disciples under the Cold-Blooded Supreme! How has the Tear Supreme been recently? I wonder what our Tianxiang Empire has done to offend the Tear Supreme to warrant the collective kidnapping of the Royal Princess by his direct lineage? Have you forgotten the Supreme Alliance Covenant established long ago?"

"What Tear Supreme, Rain Supreme? Old man, you're babbling nonsense."

Who exactly was this old man? His strength wasn't confined to the Tianxuan Peak realm he was previously known for. Just handling the three of them with one hand had put them in such a wretched state. This level of power was almost on par with his own father's. Moreover, he knew about the Supreme Alliance Covenant from years ago. Why had such a figure appeared at this critical juncture? This matter seemed difficult to resolve peacefully. However, no matter how profound his Xuan skill, he had killed four of their junior brothers with his flying knives; this debt of blood had to be repaid! "Old man, if you have the guts, tell us your name! The deep, bloody feud between us must be settled!"

Mr. Wen snorted, fully aware that he had been saddled with another false accusation, yet he offered no defense. With his status, he didn't need to argue with these juniors. Besides, could any explanation possibly be clear at this moment?

Seeing Lei Jianhong speak so disrespectfully, a surge of anger rose within him. Suddenly, his body flashed forward like lightning, and with a sharp pa, he delivered a heavy slap to Lei Jianhong’s face, roaring, "You brat are not worthy to know my name! Today, out of respect for Lei Wubei, I will let you juniors leave! If there is any further offense, the Supreme Alliance Covenant stands—even if Lei Wubei himself came, he couldn't save you! Begone!"

With that, holding Princess Lingmeng, his body remained facing Lei Jianhong and the other two, yet his feet were already off the ground, slowly drifting backward. In the dense woods, he moved as if his back had eyes; he didn't brush against a single tree, his entire being seeming to fly as if riding the clouds. A voice drifted from afar: "Tell that old fool Lei Wubei that regarding today's affairs, I, surnamed Wen, will certainly seek him out for an explanation, clearly understood!"

Lei Jianhong and the others exchanged glances, all filled with shock! After a long silence, Zhou Jianwu said resentfully, "That old lunatic killed four of our junior brothers, yet he dares to speak such grandiose, shameless words about settling accounts with us! When Master arrives, let's see where this old lunatic can flee!"

The other two, Lei Jianhong and Fang Piaohong, echoed the sentiment in unison. With the opponent's martial arts being so formidable, the three brothers alone were absolutely incapable of exacting revenge. No matter how unwilling they were, they could only stop. Their current plan was to wait for their Master to arrive before making further arrangements. Young Master Jun whistled nonchalantly, strolling slowly to where the horses were tethered. He unhitched his swift steed, mounted it, and trotted away in high spirits, cracking his whip as he headed home.

In reality, as soon as he noticed the mysterious expert tracking Lei Jianhong's trio, Jun Muxia had already devised this scheme. Since he possessed the Yin-Yang Evasion Divine Skill, no one would be capable of seeing him. Hmph, let these factions investigate each other until they fight like dogs! This lord simply didn't have the leisure to play such tiresome games. This way, not only was Lingmeng rescued, but not a single trace of himself was revealed.

Mission accomplished, splendidly and exceeding expectations! This lord truly cared nothing for the princess's gratitude. In this manner, with a clap of hands, the slate was wiped clean. It was perfect timing for him to return home, where Jun Wuyi and the others were already anxiously awaiting him.

Why?

Ye Guhan's injuries had reached a stage where he could stop breathing at any moment... Even having Eagle Boku personally intervene to input Profound Qi, it was futile as Ye Guhan's injuries were beyond the scope of mere pure Profound Qi. His vitality was already exhausted; no amount of vast, pure Profound Qi could make a difference. What he lacked was the vital life force that the soul bestows upon flesh and blood. Everyone, including Ying Boku, was helpless in this situation! If the Great Supreme Ying hadn't just transmitted a stream of the purest, gentlest Supreme-grade Profound Qi to Ye Guhan, whether Ye Guhan could have held on until now would be questionable. Jun Moxie walked in with a look of utter dejection, and everyone stood up at once. "Did you find the princess?" Jun Moxie shook his head listlessly, slumped heavily into a chair, grabbed a cup of tea, and gulped it down, grumbling loudly, "You all think too highly of me. The person was taken for so long; where was I supposed to find her? I didn't find her!"

Jun Wuyi sighed, saying nothing. Dugu Xiaoyi opened her mouth as if to speak, but Sun Xiaomei squeezed her little hand, causing her to stop. Ying Boku snorted, "This man is already in this state; injecting more Profound Qi would be a waste. Since Young Jun has returned, my presence is no longer needed. I'll go back to my cultivation." Without another word, he departed with great flair.

Dugu Xiaoyi pouted. "This old man, aside from checking pulses, he can do nothing else. How dare he call himself a physician... Why did your Jun family hire such a quack? What a waste of rice!"

The moment these words left her mouth, Ying Boku, who was just outside the door, staggered, nearly falling. He snorted indignantly. How could this little girl speak like that? If he hadn't just lent a helping hand with his Profound Qi to sustain the young man’s life, could this heavily injured fellow have lasted until Young Jun returned? But seeing the delicate, jade-like girl, he simply couldn't bring himself to lose his temper. With a sweep of his large sleeve, he vanished without a trace with a swish.